Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Now that's WEIRD.
It's not only the aphids. Everyone's got Season Change Syndrome.
On this morning's walk I encountered a nearly naked runner. White male about 30, no shoes, no socks, no shirt, only bright green shorts. I'd call them boxers, but maybe they're an official athletic style.
The runner was doing all the annoying things joggers do ... stretching on streetsigns, running in place while waiting for traffic ... but he didn't really look like an athlete. Looked more meth-skinny than athlete-skinny, and looked more meth-pale than athlete-tanned.
I walk at fairly consistent times, so I recognize a 'regular crowd' of walkers and runners and bikers and cars. Never seen this dude before, at any time of day.
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[[[ Infill update a few days later: This item on Spokane-News. Same dude??? ]]]
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My own season-change response is much simpler. SLLLEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP! After 9 months of hard mental work, and after 4 months of hard heat plus two genuine disasters, I'm deeply tired. Work is continuing at a slower pace now, so I have days with no deadline. On those days I sleep 6 hrs at night plus 1.5 hrs in morning and 1.5 hrs in aft. All three 'shifts' are packed with complex dreams, indicating that the most important deficit was dreamtime.
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